It's the same set up from before. My heart flutter with every step forward. I see those reflective city lights from last night in the air as I approach slowly. This time I'm more confident in my plan, and if Bryn is as good as a friend as I think she is, this can't be too difficult.
"Hey, Naya." I say, quietly, careful to use the right words. "I've been thinking about it for a really long time, I guess, and," I take a deep breath. "I was wondering if-"
A feeling rushes through my brain like a river after a storm.
"If what, Corinne?" Naya says, concerned. "Are you okay? You don't look to good..."
This isn't real. This isn't real, Corinne.
Those words gush out of everything. This is a dream. The realization hits me and I sit up in bed as fast as I can.
"I could never do this in real life. I'm not strong enough. I don't have the courage." I whisper to myself, disappointed. It's not enough to love someone if you don't have the courage to even finish your sentences around them." I wrap myself in a blanket of hatred as I drift back off to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
How to be a Bisexual Sprout
PoetryWhy? I'm going to warn you right now. This book slowly evolves into a poetry book. Calm down. It's not gonna hurt you. Much.
